
Artichoke served with soft stirred butter, some good quality salt, homemade aïoli and some olive oil and balsamic vinegar to go with dark bread.
Photo © J E Nilsson for CMC, 2009
“These things are just plain annoying. After all the trouble you go to, you get about as much actual “food” out of eating an artichoke as you would from licking 30 or 40 postage stamps. Have the shrimp cocktail instead.”
~ Miss Piggy (The Muppet Show)
The first time I saw an artichoke I drew a complete blank on how to cook them. These beautifully crest-petalled flowers don’t have much of a history in Singapore and are certainly not your average hawker-center staple.
It took some time for me too, to recognize them as part of the Italian Quatro Stagione (four seasons) pizza where the soft heart of the artichoke is used to symbolize the spring.
The artichoke itself is the bud of a thistle flower. The plant can be almost 2 meters high. If allowed to flower, blossoms measure up to 7 inches in diameter and are of a vibrant violet-blue colour. It also seems to have most of its history around the Mediterranean basin.
Continue reading “Artichoke, dining on a sexy weed”
















